Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
The Index,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.